The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-12-31

| self:
"Old fellow, you have locked horns
with somebody to get unused up this
way. 1t is a scrape you don't want
known, for you keep throwing anxi-
Gus glances at me. If it was only an
accident you'd get up and fix that
collar, growl little over the spot on
your knee, and cuss the railroad com.
pany for having depot platform un-
protected by railing at the ends.
Wonder what you've got in that
satchel? A traveller with few
clothes in a satchel does not have to
keep his foot on it while everybody
around him is asleep. You are no
cucumber, old fellow, and you've got
something in there worth watching.
Pll try little trick on you"
L mad my right hand IN my pocket.
| carefully worked my knife out, and
as it fell to the floor l gave start,
woke up, and bent down to look Tor
it. AS l moved my hand toward his
feet he quickly bent down and moved
the satchel into the aisle. Then |
was satisfied that my surmises were
right. Was he burglar, and did the
satchel contain his kit? 1t was more
probable that he was just returning
from an expedition to the country,
and that the satchel was full of plum
der. l WAS perfectly satisfied as to
my man, and | made up my mind to
have him arrested as a suspicious
character as soon as we reached the
city, That was what did take place,
only, as there were no officers about
the depot as we arrived, | had to
take the fellow myself. | let him
reach the door of the depot, and then
put my hand on his shoulder. He
dropped the satcheI and made bolt,
but, fortunately, he ran plump
against hackman who was entering,
and both were upset, Before he could
get up had him dipped. On the
way to the station house, and speak
ing for the first time, he asked:
"How did you know it was me ?"
"Oh, easy enough" [ answered.
"Well, he didn't act square with
me, or it would never have come to
thiS.n
| had no idea to what he referred !;
but seeing that he was ready to talk,
and being anxious to take advantage
of the moment, asked
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dead as a herring, and the old
woman with him. However, they
can't punish me any more for two
than one. l was after my own, and
when they wouldn't give it to me |
determined to take ALL"
"What weapon did you use ?"
"Got the axe from the back yard. "
And when you had finished off
the old couple you robbed the house,
| ?n
well, took what I wanted, and
if l hadn't been the biggest fool on
earth you wouldn't have nabbed
me-"
"How?"
"Why, boarding the train at that
little station. 1t was the act of a
lunatic, but after left the farm house
| got frightened. 1 ran across the
fields. fell down, imagined that I was
pursued. and bore off to the station
and hoisted the signal myself for the
train to stop. | suppose Rider gave
you the tip and put you onto me-"
"Yes."
"Well, I'll kill him on sight. That
is with little laugh L will if l gel
the chance.
| knew Rider to be milwaukee,
gambler and hard case, but was
completely in the dark as to what
my prisoner had committed. 1t was
probably a murder, and near the
station where he got on. and from hi,
statements l inferred that it was ar
old couple. He had pumped himself
and it was certain that L had made g
big catch. When we reached the
station, however, my troubles began
There IS always au iIl-feeling between
police and private detectives. Thi,
feeling comes almost entirely from
the police. They look upon the pri
vate detective as sort of guerilla
ready to break up the happiest home:
or to sell out to the highest bidder
This, unfortunately. is true in many
cases, but not in all. AS | entered
with the prisoner the Captain il
charge roughly demcnded by wha
right l had made an arrest.
1.-THE right which any man has tC
arrest a murderer" 1 replied.
"a murderer? Bosh Where die
you get.him."
"At the depot"
"Well, l shan't lock him up. Lett
see TO the mani. but your face il